All language subtitles for The.Strain.S04E04.ION85

- Previously on The Strain...
- You find it

a bit of an insult

that you're being asked to be

a baby vessel?
I want you to work for me,

be my special liaison
between myself and the ward.

- So you want me
to be the mouthpiece

for your bullshit?
- Excuse me?

- It seems your operation
has expanded.

- Yeah, I got a new partner now.
You remember Creem?

- If you could find a way
to put something poisonous

into their blood,
you could take out thousands

of strigoi and they wouldn't
know what hit them.

- Over 2,000 of our brethren

were poisoned. Tainted blood

from one of our trucks.

- These are all towns
in Pennsylvania.

- What the hell are they up to?
- These terrorists will be

hunted down
and destroyed.

(indistinct chatter)

(beep)

(indistinct chatter)
(soft piano music)

- Mmm, that's so good.

Thank you.

- Ma'am?

- Selah?

- No, thank you.

- You're not gonna eat?

- I'm not hungry.

- You know,

this is the only normal hour

of my day. If you could
at least pretend to...

to have a good time...
- There's nothing normal

about having armed guards
watching you eat.

- You know what?
What do you want me to do?

This is the safest room in the
whole goddamn city for humans.

Do I ask anything
in return? No.

All I want, all I need

is, I don't know,
just a couple

of minutes
where we just pretend that...

- Mr. Desai.

- Mr. Eichhorst.

You-you know...
you know my wife, Selah?

- Frau Desai,
of course.

- I'll give you two some
privacy. - No, no, no.

Please, stay.

Don't mind me. Eat.

I insist.

I stopped
by your office

and was surprised
you weren't there.

I trust this means
everything is in order.

- Yes, actually. It is.

Ahem! The delivery room
is fully equipped.

Staff all been briefed.

We've taken
every possible measure

to ensure the safety
and well-being of the mother.

- Excellent.

And afterwards?

Ahem! Well, it's...

as... as we discussed.

- I'm not talking
about the baby, Mr. Desai,

I am talking
about the mothers.

Everything is going

to change the moment
this first child is born.

Surely, you have a plan

for dealing
with their reactions.

- Honestly, sir, I don't see
how it's gonna be so different.

- Perhaps you should have
your wife explain it

to you.

Or perhaps I take
something important from you

to help you
better understand.

- That won't be necessary, sir.
- Good. Because I confess

I'm more than a little
disappointed in your progress.

- We're delivering
our first baby nine months

almost to the day.

I don't know how we could have
done it any faster or better.

- No? Well...

...what if you harvested

the babies earlier?

Say, seven or eight months
instead of nine?

Perhaps even
as early as six

provided it's
an acceptable size.

- I think I'm going to leave--
- SIT!

Then, if you shorten
the recovery time

for the mothers,
each of them would produce

nearly two babies per year
instead of one.

That would almost double
your output, would it not?

- It's highly optimistic

and well outside
the margins for safety.

- Yes.

- But, yes,

it's possible.

- Shall I do more
of your thinking for you?

- No, sir.
- Good.

(indistinct conversations)
Look around, Mr. Desai.

Every single person in this room
serves a purpose.

That's why they are allowed
to dine here. If you can't

fulfill your purpose,

I will find someone who can.

- I understand.

(theme music)

(siren blaring)

♪♪♪

(indistinct chatter on TV)

- Him? Are you serious?

- Check his belt. It's
Willy Wonka's golden ticket.

It opens every door
in this facility.

- That's great, but how
are you gonna get it?

We can't even go
to the bathroom

after what happened last time
without a chaperone.

- I'm working on it.

- (woman on PA system): Miranda,
report upstairs immediately.

- So, I'm gonna need your help
with something, Miranda.

- I told you,
I'm not interested.

- This isn't a request.

Um, Sophie's going in
for a C-section tomorrow.

And it's gonna be
a very emotional time for her.

- Yeah, especially
when you take her baby away.

I'm not an idiot.

What are you
gonna do with it?

- Baby's gonna be
well taken care of.

- But not here.
And not by her.

- No. Babies born
in this facility are raised

by non-B-Positive people
because that's their job.

Sophie's job,
and the rest of the women here,

is that more
B-Positive babies...

to increase the percentage
of the population.

- She's gonna freak out.

- That's where you come in.

See...

Sophie trusts you,

so you're gonna be
right there by her side

every step of the way, you're gonna
reassure her everything's fine,

you're gonna tell her that
her baby's in the best of hands.

- I'm not gonna do that.

I'm not gonna lie for you.
- Miranda, look,

I know that this place, it's not
really your idea of paradise,

but, you gotta believe me,

there are places
out there that...

would be a living hell
for a girl like you.

♪♪♪
So,

turn me down again,

and that's exactly
where you're going.

- What am I gonna do?

If I say yes,
then I am just as bad as he is.

But if I say no,
he's gonna send me away.

- You have to do it.

- I can't be part of this.
- It doesn't matter

whether you're part of it
or not; he's gonna do it anyway.

If you turn him down, he'll just
find somebody else to take

your place. And you'll get
shipped out to God knows where

and nobody will ever hear
from you again. And for what?

- I get to keep my soul.

- Look, you only have
to do it long enough

to get your hands
on a key card, right?

Just do what he says.

- Hey, how's it going?
- It's quiet.

No strigs all morning.
- See ya.

(distant, indistinct chatter)

- Hey there.
- Nadia.

- Thank you.

- So, I'm gonna grab
a couple a guys,

I'm gonna grab
another truck tonight.

Eph?
- They'll be guarding

those supply lines
closer than ever now.

Besides, they're onto something
new here, something big.

It's here. I just have
to figure out what it is.

- How long is that gonna take?
- I don't know.

(sigh)

- Eph, we got 'em
on the ropes, man.

(frustrated sigh)

They're turning
everyone they can

just to try and find us.
We can't just

sit back twiddling our thumbs
while you play Sherlock Holmes.

- Jason.

Give the guy a break,
will you?

Have some breakfast.
- I'm not hungry.

- Irrelevant.

- Thank you.
It's hard

to concentrate with
"Che Guevara" up my ass.

(Alex chuckles)
- Find anything?

- There's a shipment today

a few miles from here.
I want to see it for myself.

- I'll go with you
after you eat.

- What if I'm not hungry either?

- One omelet, coming up.

God knows when we'll run
across real eggs again.

(engine roaring)

(indistinct chatter outside)

- Oh, shit!

♪♪♪

(fire alarm ringing)

- We gotta move! GO! GO! GO!
- Come on, let's go!

- People, move it!
- Wait, don't go! - Move your butts!

(indistinct shouting)

(creatures growling)

- Get 'em! Come on!

They want to turn us!

Don't let them sting you!

- Ugh!

(shrieking)
- (Jason): Nadia!

Get him out of her! No!

No!

Oh, my gosh!

(growling)
- Eph?

- No!

- JASON! NO!

(Jason panting)

(soft music)

- Ah.

Do it.

(touching music)

It's OK, sis.

(sobbing)

(Jason sighing)

You make 'em pay.

(growling)

- We have to go!

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

(Eph sighing)
♪♪♪

♪♪♪

We can watch from here.

(ruckus)
- Argh!

(Alex sobbing)

- You ever fire one of these?
- My dad had a .38.

We used to shoot bottles
on the riverbank.

- There's a big difference
between shooting at a bottle

and shooting at a person.

First of all, the bottle
doesn't shoot back.

Never point at anything

you're not ready to kill.

- What else do I need to know?
Like, are there rules?

- Rules?

Look, these guys are gonna
give you shit.

Keep your head down,

stay ready,

and remember

this is just a tool.

This is your real weapon.

And when it's time to pull
the trigger, you don't hesitate

or you're dead.
You understand?

What are you doing? Hey,
hey, hey, what are you doing?

- I'm hungry.
- You already got your cut.

If it's on the table, it's merchandise.
What's wrong with you?

- Need some help!
- Coming through.

- Rafi! Rafi! You all right?
- What the hell happened?

(groaning in pain)

- What happened?
- I was making my deliveries...

I got jumped.
- By who?

BY WHO?
- Two guys came out of nowhere.

Said it was their spot now.
Took all my shit.

- Let me get a towel.
LET ME GET A TOWEL!

(Rafi coughing)

You're gonna be all right.
Just relax, OK? All right?

- Gus...

- There's no way

two guys pulled a move
like that without backup.

- So you're sayin' there are
more? - Hundred percent.

It's not gonna be enough
just to take out

two of 'em. I'm gonna find
their nest, and we're gonna burn

that damn thing to the ground.
- I like the sound of that.

- I'll be back.

(door opening)

(indistinct chatter)

- Any idea what they look like?

- Well, I talked
to some customers.

They say the new guy
has a black and grey beard.

- Like that guy over there?

- Yeah. Just like that.
- What do we do now?

- Go back to Creem.
Tell him to hold on. I'm on it.

I'm gonna follow this rat
back to his nest.

(indistinct chatter)
♪♪♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪♪♪

- Hey.
- Hey, uh.

- Hey, guys.
- See you.

♪♪♪

- Any good stuff?
- Yeah.

(indistinct conversation)

- Let me show you real quick.

- Get a new piece?
- It was fun.

- Yeah, we got guns.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- This is good.
- Uh-huh.

- Put it away over there.
- All right.

- When's the next driver coming?

♪♪♪

- Next time we get some stuff
from those locos.

- Better get some quick.

(dramatic musical cue)

- Yeah, punks.

It was too easy.

(beep)

- What am I supposed
to do, exactly?

- Keep her company
until it's time for her spinal,

answer her questions,
allay her fears.

- How do I answer her questions?
- Every mother going

into a C-section wants
to know the same thing,

"Am I going to lose the baby?
What if it gets cut?

Will it hurt?"
The answer is always the same.

- Which is?

- "There's nothing
to worry about.

Everything's going
to be fine." And, Miranda,

she won't believe it
if you don't.

(regular but fast beeping)

- Where's Dr. Weiss?

- She's getting ready for
surgery. Stuck with me for now.

(sighing)
- Great.

- Come on, I'm not
totally useless.

What's going on?

- That's just it.
I don't know.

I have been asking
for the doctor and, what,

she doesn't have, like,
five minutes to talk to me?

I am having a baby,
for Christ's sake!

It's like they don't
even care anymore.

- I'm sure they care, Soph.

- I'm just nervous.

I know it's a horrible thing

what they are doing to us,

but I can't help it.

This baby

is the only family
I have left in the world

and I just want to make sure
that everything is OK.

- I'm sure there's nothing
to worry about.

Everything's gonna be fine.
(door opening and closing)

- We're gonna begin your
epidural in just a few minutes.

Miranda, you're gonna have
to scrub in.

- How... how long
will the operation take?

- Why? You have
somewhere better to be?

- All the bedside manner
of a tarantula!

- She reminds me
of my grandma... Ruth.

She was a cold-blooded
bitch, too.

(amused sigh)

- It's a pretty name,
though. Ruth.

- Don't know. It's a bit
"Old Testament" for me.

- What about Olive?

Do you like that name?

- For a cartoon character, sure.

- It was my mother's name.

- Sorry.
♪♪♪

- Now it'll be
her name, too.

- Another blank, Bob?
You're no fun.

(beep)

- But I need you to stay
focused, all right?

I can't repeat myself.
It's all gonna be working...

Miranda!

What the hell
are you doing out here?

- Nurse Ratched
gave me a few minutes.

- How is Sophie?
- Peachy.

Look, she's scared and
emotional, and everything sucks,

but she's going to be fine.
- I understand

that this is
very difficult on you.

But you gotta believe me,
this is for the greater good.

You'll see
when it's all over.

I'll show you my gratitude, OK?
Take five minutes.

- (woman on TV):
Oh, I read that one.

(laughter and indistinct chatter
from TV)

- Hey.

- (woman on TV):
I never said four weeks.

- You did too.
- I said, "Yahoo!"

- (man on TV): Same thing.

- Why don't you get
your boyfriend to put

something new on the TV.
(indistinct TV chatter)

- "Boyfriend"?

(laughing): Marta...

You're kidding, right?

- You know, I'm usually
a pretty good judge

of character...

but I was wrong about you.

I thought you were
one of the smart ones,

that you got it.

No. Here you are
chatting him up,

getting called to the office
for closed-door meetings.

- It's not like that.

- I hope it's worth
the rug burns.

- Go to hell.

You know what? Believe what
you want. I'm trying to help.

- Cut the bullshit, Miranda.

Only person you're helping here
is yourself.

(laughter and
indistinct chatter on TV)

- They're emptying
the entire building.

I've never seen them
do that before.

Usually, it's squatters
or people living off the grid.

- Thank you,
Baby Jesus.

- Food?
- Even better. Alcohol.

(indistinct PA system
announcements outside)

- No, thanks.
- Come on, have a drink with me.

- I can't.
- Eph, after the day I had,

I think you owe it to me.
- I really can't.

- Oh.

Got it.

How long?

- Nine months,
four days.

Ever since, uh,
Illumination Day.

- Sorry. If I would have known,
I wouldn't have--

- It's all right. It really is.

I'd love to, I...

but, uh, I don't deserve it.

- Well, I do, if you don't mind.

- Knock yourself out.

But I can say from experience,
it's not gonna help.

- Great, you're an expert
on this too.

- Enough to know
what you're going through

right now.

- I doubt it.

- You're feeling guilty.

Feeling angry.
Mostly at yourself.

Because you spent
all that time fighting

and you thought maybe you could
make a difference,

and now you're back
at square one.

And you've lost your brother

and your team,

and now you're wondering...

what was the point

of any of it?

I told you, I've been there.

You and Jason

relit a fire in me
that I thought had gone out.

- What is it?

- There's a lot I haven't
told you about what happened

in New York.

The explosion,

the counter strikes,

the nuclear winter...

all of it happened
because of me.

♪♪♪
- What do you mean?

- My son,

he set off the nuke.

- I don't understand.
How is that possible?

- He and his mother
had been taken by the Master.

She had been turned,
so I "released" her.

Zack saw the whole thing.

He didn't push the button
'cause he wanted people to die.

He did it
'cause he was angry with me.

- What happened to him?

- I went looking for him
in the aftermath,

but he'd disappeared.

- Do you think
he's still alive?

- I don't know.

Some days I hope so.

But if I'm being honest,

there are other days where
I think it would be better...

(sigh)

I can get you
to the SEPTA tunnel.

If you want to part ways
after that, I understand.

♪♪♪

- Jason wanted us
to make 'em pay.

That's what we're gonna do.

So...

where to?
- There's something

going on here.
That wasn't a raid.

We're used
to blacked-out buses,

strigoi enforcers,
people screaming,

trying to escape,
but this was the exact opposite.

This was the very definition
of a "calm, orderly fashion."

- What is that?

- "Join The Partnership
in this exciting new venture

"building sustainable farms
for a better, brighter tomorrow.

Get out of the city,
get back to the land."

Recognize the name?

- "New Horizons."

It's on the wall
in the transportation office.

- And the train schedule too.

The units,

they've been shipping people
out of the city.

- Why?

- Well, think about what they've
been doing the last nine months.

They've built up
all this infrastructure

for The Partnership, but they
haven't been maintaining it.

They stopped repurposing materials
and repairing vehicles.

- Now they're rounding up
the workforce,

shipping them out.
The question is where?

- I don't know,

but I can tell you one thing:

I bet it doesn't look
exactly like this.

- Yeah.

- I followed 'em back
to an old NYPD armory.

They've got two men
guarding the front door,

it's reinforced steel,
and at least four more inside,

maybe more.
- Armed?

- Definitely. With all the stuff
they got in there,

this will be
the score of the century.

- So let's go take it.
What's the problem?

- The problem is
they're ex-cops.

I recognize 'em
from the neighborhood.

One of 'em is
a beat cop named Flores;

the other's a bitch-ass
lieutenant named Ricci.

- How many total?
- Six.

- Easy.

We take out the guards,
go in through the front,

hit 'em with everything
we got. I mean,

they can't kill us all, right?
- You wanna bet? -That's right.

- Look, they're ex-cops.

That means they're highly
trained and armed to the teeth.

We gotta be smart
about this.

- So what's your plan?
- All right.

We go in through this tunnel.
There's a section of ductwork

that leads up and through the back wall.
- Hell with that. We're not

crawling in on our bellies like
a bunch a goddamn cockroaches.

When they came
into our place,

they disrespected us.
- That's right.

- We're going through
the front, like men.

- That's right.
- Wanna bum-rush the front door?

That's fine by me.

But what are you gonna do
about the trip wire?

- What trip wire?
- Exactly.

We don't have any idea
what's waiting for us

behind that front door. And
I don't wanna be the first one

down that hallway. Do you?
- Not me. - Good point.

- Anybody else
wanna volunteer?

- Mm-mm.

- All right. We'll go in
through the tunnel then. Shit!

- Now, this is not
gonna be a cakewalk,

but if we get it right,

we're gonna be set
for a long time.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- And we get the sons of bitches
that killed Rafi.

- All right, listen. This is gonna
be the easiest way into the tunnel.

♪♪♪

- Is it this?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪
(distant, indistinct chatter)

- Pair of nines.

(woman laughing)

- Come on,
cough 'em up.

♪♪♪
(indistinct conversation)

Haha!
- You don't even smoke.

- I do now.
(ex-cops laughing)

- (ex-cop): All right, guys,
I'm out.

(indistinct chatter)

- Light 'em up.

- We got company!

Taking fire! Vito's down!

♪♪♪
- Damn it!

- Go! Go!
- Get your gear!

♪♪♪

- Ugh!

- Shit!
- OH!

- Ugh!

(gun clicking)

- Ugh! Argh!

(gunshots)

♪♪♪

- Hey.

You did what you had to do.

- My man Gus,
the man with the plan.

('50s song Walkin'
After Midnight by Patsy Cline)

- Do you feel any pain?

- (female nurse): Here you go.
- Just a little pressure.

- (Weiss): Pressure is normal.
(heartbeat sound)

- What's happening? - (Weiss): I'm getting
ready to make the second incision.

- Just keep breathing.

- Making the second
incision now.

(squishing and suction sounds)

There we go.
- Hey, it's all right.

- I'm scared.

- There's nothing
to be scared of.

- Just try to relax.

- I can't!

- (female nurse): BP is normal.
- (Weiss): Pick up some Mayo scissors.

- Tell me about your kitchen.
- (Weiss): Mayo scissors.

- What?

- When you were growing up.

Everyone spends a lot of time
in their kitchen.

What was yours like?

- Um...

- (Weiss):
Two culture clamps, please.

- It was... it was sunny.

My mom painted it yellow

herself, like,

three different times
trying to get the right shade.

- (Weiss): How is she doing up there?
Vitals stable? - Close your eyes.

- (male nurse): Yes, Doctor.
- (Miranda): Now breathe deeply.

Tell me what else
you remember.

- (Weiss): Bladder blade
and Richardson retractor.

- I remember the smell.

- What did it smell like?

- Vegetable soup.

That was... that was
her favorite.

- Suction.
(suction sounds)

- And she was always
playing music.

- What kind of music?

- Bob Dylan.

Simon and Garfunkel.

- We're ready, Sophie. You're
going to feel a slight pull.

(suction sounds)

(sigh)
Got it.

- It's OK.
- (Weiss): Here she comes!

Here she is!
- (female nurse): There you go.

- (Weiss): Clamp.
- (female nurse): Yeah.

- (Weiss): It's good.
- You did it. Hey, you did it!

- (Weiss): There we go.
(Sophie breathing hard)

- (Sophie):
Why isn't she crying?

- (Weiss): Respirator.

- Miranda, why...
why isn't she crying?

What's going on?

- Relax.
- One moment.

(baby crying)

- There we go.
(Sophie laughing)

- (Weiss): Prep for closure.
- What does she look like?

- She's beautiful.

- I want to see. Dr. Weiss?

- (Weiss): There you go.
- (female nurse): I've got her.

- (Sophie): What's going on?
Where's Olive? - Irrigation.

- Why can't I see her?
- (Weiss): Clamp.

Needle driver.
- You're not even gonna show it to her?!

- Suction.
- Dr. Weiss!

- You have to leave now.
We're closing her up.

- I want to see my baby!
- Show her the goddamn baby!

- Outside now! Get Miranda out
of here! - (Sophie): I wanna see

my baby!
- (Desai): Goddamn it, Miranda!

- (Weiss): Miranda!

- What the hell?!
- (Weiss): Miranda!

- Jesus. OK. Easy, easy,
easy, easy, easy, easy.

(grunting)

- Hey, tell her to back off!
- Do it!

- OK, OK.

- Ugh! Key card! NOW!

(beep)

(grunts)

- Easy, easy.

Easy, easy, easy!
- Which way?!

- I can help you,
listen to me!

(buzzing alarm ringing)
(grunting)

Bitch!

Did you honestly think
I was gonna let you--?

Ugh! Ah! Oh! Oh!

- Open this door now!

- Ugh!

- Wanker!
- Miranda, you're not gonna

get away with this!
(alarm ringing)

♪♪♪
(panting)

- (man): She went down there!

(alarm ringing louder)

(indistinct shouting)

- Please help us!
(indistinct screaming)

- (woman): Let me go!

(indistinct shouting)
Let me go!

(baby crying)

(creatures snarling)

(theme music)

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